Dream Canceled Novels & Stories

I said to myself, and pulled the covers over my head, trying to push all my thoughts away with the word ‘tomorrow’. Eventually, sleep came to find me, and I drifted off. Unfortunately, sleep had nasty plans for me, as I found myself in a dream where Darius never returned. I could hear him calling for me. “Hazel, Hazel.” He called in the dream, but I didn't know where he was, nor could I reach out to him, and I grew old in that dream. Thanks to the sun, however, I was able to open my eyes, and escape from the horrible dream.

It seemed like a wishing card, she guessed. "What is that?" She curiously questioned. Dong-hyun followed her pointed finger and tilted his head to the bedside table. "Oh, this wish card. One of my old friends sent this card in the morning, he wished me good health. I was surprised seeing this card, I thought he was running his underworld business. Who knew that he would recall me," he picked up the small card. "Health, eh?" He sighed miserably while looking down at his stiff legs. "What's the point of wishing when you know you will never walk again in the rest of your life?"

As Anna rode the elevator to the fifth floor, she couldn’t help but feel like she was suspended in a dream, disconnected from everything. The Dream Research Institute, founded by the elusive Harry Camilton, was a place where dreams and reality blurred. It was a world of curiosity and groundbreaking research. To most people, it was a sanctuary for the mind. To Anna, it was just a job—a steady paycheck, a way to keep moving forward. But today, her thoughts felt fragmented, distracted by the eerie images from her dream.

That cunt, I will fucking cut him into scraps. After rummaging through the surface area for a while, it ended as a failure. I couldn't even notice a single mark as I sank onto the ground, my heart fell, aching to see her face. I suddenly snapped out of my daydream, my forehead covered with sweats. As I reminzised on the dream, I curled up my knuckles. But what if the woman I had left my mate- Daciana- for seems to be having an affair behind my back?

Cookie's standpoint I sighed as I rubbed my eyes, it pricked with an uncertain pa… Ah! Tears! I cried myself to sleep last night because I felt like shit, a completely worthless piece of shit. I would have slept good a little, but along the way, I had a nightmare about Ted killing mom and Carolyn and selling off Ursula. Then the dream changed, and his dick was chasing me until I fell into a pool of his sperm. That is the worst way to dream!

The image in her head getting gorier and gorier. Finally she pulled out of the it, the dream ending with a chilly laugh, one that made her cold down to her spine. Breaking her wet lashes apart, she still met with nothing but darkness. She knew she had to tell him. The last dream had been about Nimah and Diana. And now, she wondered who was next. “Cruz…” She called out weakly. Her feet feeling sore and her body ached as though she had really lived every single event. As though the dream was real.

.""Happiness?" Denzel's laughter was bitter. "Without you, it's just existence."Nira's eyes sparkled with tears. "You're strong, Denzel. You'll find love again.""Love?" Denzel's voice was barely above a whisper. "I don't know if I can love again."Nira's form began to fade, her voice growing distant. "Claudine cares for you, Denzel. Don't let fear hold you back."Denzel's grip on her hand tightened, desperate to hold on. "No, Nira, don't go. Not yet."Nira's voice whispered in his mind. "I'll always be with you."Her form vanished, leaving Denzel alone by the stream.The dream shifted, and Denzel found himself back in his chambers, the fire's embers dying out.He sat up, his chest heavy with emoti

I replied and she came closer to me before taking my hands and making me look at her. “Tell me what happened. Maybe I'd be able to help” she coaxed me to open up and tell her and I licked my lips before I finally spoke out. “In my dream, I was with Dax and we were both dressed in white while taking a walk by the beach. Suddenly, he began to bleed and his clothes turned all red. He was dying Clarissa and I made no attempt to save him. Dennis was also there with me and we were both smiling so menacingly while Dax died. It was a nightmare because I would never do that” I narrated the dream to her and she looked horrified too.

he whispered, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. "Only then will the answers you seek be revealed." "Decanal," Diana repeated the name, committing it to memory. It was a cryptic task, but she knew it held the key to unraveling the mysteries of her past. As the dream faded and reality seeped back in, Diana awoke to find herself in the hospital room once more. Her heart was heavy with both longing and determination. The mysterious man had left her with a mission, and she was determined to see it through. She opened her eyes again and she was back in the room again.

She turned in the fevered dark, trying to escape it, but the voice followed. “You let someone close. You let your heart guide you. And now look.” Aiden. She tried to speak—to scream—but her lips didn’t move. In the dream, she stood in the middle of Raven’s Peak, and all around her, the people were falling. Dalia. Mira. Even Asher, blood on his hands and sorrow in his eyes. “You were warned.” “No,” she whispered into the void. “This isn’t real.” “It doesn’t need to be.”